STARTING OVER

Each January first

I begin again,

starting over with a

shiny new year

laid out before me

like footprints in the snow,

leading to all that is beautiful:

shorebirds, sunsets, forest trails.

Every morning,

I begin again.
Arch one eyebrow,
open one eye:
still here.
Yippee!
I smile at the
wall of green trees

outside my window,

check out the sky,

legs sliding over

the side of the bed;
they hold me up.
It's all good!

Every time I pick up the phone,

I try to get it right,

to say what the one

on the other end of the phone

needs to hear.

Every time I hear that
whales are dying,

ecosystems are being destroyed,

the lungs of the planet

are being mowed down,

I resolve to do all I can

to stand for Mother Earth

and the billions of other beings

who share this earth with us.

Every time I begin
a new poem

I hope

this will be the one

I am happy with.

It rarely is.

And so, next day, 

next poem, next time,

I pick up my pen,

tap at the keys,

and I

begin again.

for Susan's prompt at Midweek Motif: Starting Over. Photos are of my sister's farm in Port Alberni.

One thing those of us who have lived long know well is that life gives us many opportunities to begin again.